Friday, February 20, 2009
I was a bit hesitant about sharing this with the masses, probably due to an underlying insecurity with coming off as arrogant and/or self-centered, but I'm going to share it anyway. Head first. Here I go. It's brief, so stick with it.
Last Saturday (Valentine's Day, to be exact), I ended my night by going to That's My Jam, a queer dance party in "Bed Stuy," (more or less Clinton Hill area) that hopes but alas fails to be a diverse representation of the queer population that exists Brooklyn. Yet, it's super white, super specific and reflective of all the other "queer dance parties" I venture to go to in and around Manhattan, Williamsburg, etc. Same sea of white faces, same overwhelming feeling of feeling like a little chocolate chip and not quite knowing where to go to have a nice night of queer dancing in the neighborhood if you don't want to go to The Lab and also want a nice mix of gender representations and spectrums of gayness, queerness, etc. But at That's My Jam you get some brown hopefuls who drop in or like me, keep dropping in in hopes that someday it'll be a little browner. In any case, I digress. Back to the point. Stick with it.
As I was dancing with friends at TMJ last Saturday I got a tap on the shoulder. Intoxicated and socially awkward to boot, I turned to the young woman with big hair as she leaned in close to me. I made eye contact and over the thumping vibrations of the unsatisfactory soundtrack in the background she said to me, "I just wanted to let you know that your cipHER helped me come out." I don't remember what I said. I think I awkwardly smiled and nodded. I was a bit speechless.
I just wanted to make note though, that whoever you are, thank you so much for sharing that. Zami was a dream of mine and though often selfish when thinking of the impact it has on a larger scale, I forget that as a collective, we all made something memorable and inspiring happen those days in April. Let's work on making progress this second time around. Let's work to create our own histories and support one another in ways we don't even know.
I'm down. Are y'all?